David Sedaris on Alaska, land of eagles and no neckties

I always thought that I would know from whom I got my COVID, but in the end I have no idea. Someone in Alaska, I’m guessing. And that’s fine. If you’ve never been to, you should, if only for the wildlife.

One afternoon in Kodiak a pilot offered to take me in his coffin-shaped plane and give me a tour. “What are you interested in?” He asked.

I could already see more eagles than I could count, and so I replied, “Bear.”

“They’re not really congregating at this time of year,” he said. “But I could have blown you over my parents’ house and you could have seen that instead.”

So I did.

I went there in several cities, there was no place to buy neckties. Go to a restaurant or grocery store and everyone was prepared to kill…some, and then bathe in his blood.

There were piles of junk in people’s yards: old water heaters, outboard motors. I mentioned it to someone, and he explained that everything had to be shipped from the lower 48. Things were expensive and difficult to buy, so people would grab them or one of their neighbors for spare parts when they needed it.

One thing I never understood about Alaska was the sense of community of the people there. Oh, it’s present everywhere on some level. If one of my New York neighbors needs me to run a grocery store, I will. I will give my spare room (for one night) if their apartment is flooded. But we are not together in the woods. We are not hundreds of miles from the nearest emergency room. So, it’s a good thing I caught COVID there and then returned to New York, where hospitals are like eagles – you get sick of them in my neighborhood at least. I just don’t need it. My COVID was like a mild cold.

It’s the only thing I brought home from Alaska—and a beautiful bracelet that a guy from Anchorage gave me. no reason. He just did.

You only need some great people to explain it to you Everyone The whole state is amazing. The pilot who showed me my parents’ house, this stranger at the airport, a Jewish woman in Juno named Libby, who referred to herself as one of them “Frozen Chosen.”

I’m telling you: Alaska. you will go!

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